Because my relationships with our nation’s finest porn performers are intense and significant, I often attend events and talk with only three or four of them. And David Faustino.
The Free Speech Coalition’s Sex, Drinks, Rock’n Roll Freedomfest extravaganza last week at the Whisky a Go Go was a raucous affair that raised $8,000 for an organization that calls itself the adult industry’s trade association.
The event, co-sponsored by Sunset Strip neighbor Hustler Hollywood, attracted the likes of Sunny Lane, Joanna Angel, Bobbi Starr, Angelina Armani, 66 percent of the Wicked Girls, and David Faustino.
“Hey Bro,” said David Faustino, star of “Star-ving,” a very funny and misanthropic web show on Crackle.
The Whisky is a famous bar with high rent and a small club feel. Immediately upon entering I encountered Joanna Angel with her two younger sisters. All three are exactly the same height. But, though they could all be made up to look like their older sister, only one is a porn star. The moral? Porn luminosity is not about the look but the attitude.
Upstairs was a media wall festooned with the logo of adult trade publication AVN. It was there I saw Sunny Lane. Lane was wearing a sheer fishnet ensemble that said Sexual Predator all over it. Passersby stopped and stared, jealous of the negligible fabric’s proximity to Ms. Lane; closer even than David Faustino.
The success of the evening was due to a general air of good-naturedness. A mostly adult-biz crowd attended, nevertheless there were dozens of fans who forked over 15 bucks to watch Wicked Girls jessica drake, Mikayla Mendez, Kirsten Price, and Alektra Blue distribute gift baskets, and everyone received, in addition to free parking from Hustler Hollywood, a gift bag with a Hustler Magazine, a Wicked hat and a copy of the female-friendly “House of Wicked.”
At a corner booth sat Close Personal FriendTM Bobbi Starr. As there were several photographers milling around, the kind who rolled little oxygen tanks behind them, I was feeling lightheaded. I demanded Starr leave the club with me.
“Anything, Grams,” she did not say, but came anyway.
“Do you ever feel, Bobbi Starr, that you’re a commodity and your life isn’t your own?” I asked.
“Not when I’m not working,” she said, allowing herself to be lifted in the air by a fan.
Back inside, Sunny Lane was providing eye candy to the shirtless members of the band Bolt Action Thrill. Sunny Lane is a hard worker and, if you are in the Carson City area anywhere from August 11th through September 23rd, you should pay to have sex with her.
I wasn’t drinking that evening, feeling a little fluish (“You don’t look fluish,” said Joanna Angel), so I left early. The woman at Hustler Hollywood checked my wristband and handed me a gift bag.
“What’s in there?” I said, hoping for a simple Hustler t-shirt that I could give my kindergarten teacher, who is now in an iron lung.
“A Wicked hat,” she said. I told her I already had one.
“Can I have it?” she said.
“Yes,” I said. “Could I get a Hustler t-shirt?”
“No,” she said.
Previously on Porn Valley Observed: Free Speech Coalition: Mainstream Legal Titans Speak to Porn Notables in Historic Summit
See also: Free Speech Coalition, Sunny Lane, Joanna Angel, David Faustino’s “Star-ving”
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